Sandie was a flame point Siamese kitten abandoned on the farm near my house. My nephew discovered two dogs weeks earlier as he was driving to his school one Saturday morning (September 11). They were definitely bonded dogs from the same home. One appeared to be a white Havanese with subtle tan shading on the ears and top of his head. The other a cream colored Pomeranian (later adopted as Kobe) with butterscotch markings. My sister and her husband washed and groomed and fed them. They tried to find someone to adopt the dogs and considered keeping one themselves as their golden retriever had recently died. She even took the Maltese up to our mother's house to try to persuade her to keep him.
Around the same time (September 18) I got a glimpse of a cat peaking out of the barn and thought "oh no another feral cat wandering through." A couple of weeks went by and my sister brought the two dogs up to my parents house for a visit. The dogs were playing and barking in the front yard for several minutes. All of a sudden the matching cream and butterscotch kitten came running up the road from the barn. The dogs ran over to Sandie and began licking him. Clearly they recognized the kitten and I realized they must have been dumped off the same night weeks earlier. The dogs had stayed together near the road where they were dropped off. Sandie had run away looking for food or shelter.
I began feeding Sandie every morning and evening at my mother's house. Sandie was apparently sleeping under the porch at night. I didn't have a large enough house to take him in and keep him quarantined from my cat while I waited for a veterinary appointment and testing. I wanted to avoid taking him to a shelter, but winter was coming and I knew no one who could give him a home. He desperately wanted attention and he greeted me purring every time I drove up.
My sister had good luck getting the two dogs adopted through local rescue shelters. One day I decided it was time to pack up Sandie and drive him to the Humane Society where Kobe was taken. Sandie was perfectly gentle but freaked out when I tried to put him in the cat carrier. He shredded my arms. But once I put him in the warm car and drove off with my mother, he began purring loudly. That purring will haunt me the rest of my life. He thought someone was finally taking him to a home. I told the shelter that I would gladly come back and pay the fee to adopt him if they didn't quickly find a home for him. I said please don't kill him. He was probably about 4 months old at the time. I assumed they would have no trouble at all finding someone to adopt a young purebred Siamese.
I never saw Sandie's photo appear on their website as an available cat. I called a week later to ask what was going on. They weren't supposed to tell me but he was put to sleep the day after I brought him in. Because he "vomited blood." Of course he probably didn't vomit blood. I had been feeding him Friskies canned tuna which was bright red. Or perhaps he just had gastritis which is a minor problem caused by drinking dirty water. I was heart broken. At the time I sincerely believed that even shelters without a no-kill policy would do what is reasonable and render simple veterinary care, especially to desirable young or purebred animals that are brought there. They actually don't. They do whatever is convenient, and will often euthanize any kitten or cat that they think may have a slight problem. Because this negligent animal shelter had euthanized Sandie without any medical care or testing, I was forced to undergo the rabies vaccination process.
Please, Please NEVER take a cat to a shelter unless they at least claim to be no-kill. They still may not make it out of a no-kill shelter (because even slightly ill cats are sometimes euthanized), but at least their chances are better.
[Sandie's date of birth is an estimate.]
Around the same time (September 18) I got a glimpse of a cat peaking out of the barn and thought "oh no another feral cat wandering through." A couple of weeks went by and my sister brought the two dogs up to my parents house for a visit. The dogs were playing and barking in the front yard for several minutes. All of a sudden the matching cream and butterscotch kitten came running up the road from the barn. The dogs ran over to Sandie and began licking him. Clearly they recognized the kitten and I realized they must have been dumped off the same night weeks earlier. The dogs had stayed together near the road where they were dropped off. Sandie had run away looking for food or shelter.
I began feeding Sandie every morning and evening at my mother's house. Sandie was apparently sleeping under the porch at night. I didn't have a large enough house to take him in and keep him quarantined from my cat while I waited for a veterinary appointment and testing. I wanted to avoid taking him to a shelter, but winter was coming and I knew no one who could give him a home. He desperately wanted attention and he greeted me purring every time I drove up.
My sister had good luck getting the two dogs adopted through local rescue shelters. One day I decided it was time to pack up Sandie and drive him to the Humane Society where Kobe was taken. Sandie was perfectly gentle but freaked out when I tried to put him in the cat carrier. He shredded my arms. But once I put him in the warm car and drove off with my mother, he began purring loudly. That purring will haunt me the rest of my life. He thought someone was finally taking him to a home. I told the shelter that I would gladly come back and pay the fee to adopt him if they didn't quickly find a home for him. I said please don't kill him. He was probably about 4 months old at the time. I assumed they would have no trouble at all finding someone to adopt a young purebred Siamese.
I never saw Sandie's photo appear on their website as an available cat. I called a week later to ask what was going on. They weren't supposed to tell me but he was put to sleep the day after I brought him in. Because he "vomited blood." Of course he probably didn't vomit blood. I had been feeding him Friskies canned tuna which was bright red. Or perhaps he just had gastritis which is a minor problem caused by drinking dirty water. I was heart broken. At the time I sincerely believed that even shelters without a no-kill policy would do what is reasonable and render simple veterinary care, especially to desirable young or purebred animals that are brought there. They actually don't. They do whatever is convenient, and will often euthanize any kitten or cat that they think may have a slight problem. Because this negligent animal shelter had euthanized Sandie without any medical care or testing, I was forced to undergo the rabies vaccination process.
Please, Please NEVER take a cat to a shelter unless they at least claim to be no-kill. They still may not make it out of a no-kill shelter (because even slightly ill cats are sometimes euthanized), but at least their chances are better.
[Sandie's date of birth is an estimate.]
Sandie was a flame point Siamese kitten abandoned on the farm near my house. My nephew discovered two dogs weeks earlier as he was driving to his school one Saturday morning (September 11). They were definitely bonded dogs from the same home. One appeared to be a white Havanese with subtle tan shading on the ears and top of his head. The other a cream colored Pomeranian (later adopted as Kobe) with butterscotch markings. My sister and her husband washed and groomed and fed them. They tried to find someone to adopt the dogs and considered keeping one themselves as their golden retriever had recently died. She even took the Maltese up to our mother's house to try to persuade her to keep him.
Around the same time (September 18) I got a glimpse of a cat peaking out of the barn and thought "oh no another feral cat wandering through." A couple of weeks went by and my sister brought the two dogs up to my parents house for a visit. The dogs were playing and barking in the front yard for several minutes. All of a sudden the matching cream and butterscotch kitten came running up the road from the barn. The dogs ran over to Sandie and began licking him. Clearly they recognized the kitten and I realized they must have been dumped off the same night weeks earlier. The dogs had stayed together near the road where they were dropped off. Sandie had run away looking for food or shelter.
I began feeding Sandie every morning and evening at my mother's house. Sandie was apparently sleeping under the porch at night. I didn't have a large enough house to take him in and keep him quarantined from my cat while I waited for a veterinary appointment and testing. I wanted to avoid taking him to a shelter, but winter was coming and I knew no one who could give him a home. He desperately wanted attention and he greeted me purring every time I drove up.
My sister had good luck getting the two dogs adopted through local rescue shelters. One day I decided it was time to pack up Sandie and drive him to the Humane Society where Kobe was taken. Sandie was perfectly gentle but freaked out when I tried to put him in the cat carrier. He shredded my arms. But once I put him in the warm car and drove off with my mother, he began purring loudly. That purring will haunt me the rest of my life. He thought someone was finally taking him to a home. I told the shelter that I would gladly come back and pay the fee to adopt him if they didn't quickly find a home for him. I said please don't kill him. He was probably about 4 months old at the time. I assumed they would have no trouble at all finding someone to adopt a young purebred Siamese.
I never saw Sandie's photo appear on their website as an available cat. I called a week later to ask what was going on. They weren't supposed to tell me but he was put to sleep the day after I brought him in. Because he "vomited blood." Of course he probably didn't vomit blood. I had been feeding him Friskies canned tuna which was bright red. Or perhaps he just had gastritis which is a minor problem caused by drinking dirty water. I was heart broken. At the time I sincerely believed that even shelters without a no-kill policy would do what is reasonable and render simple veterinary care, especially to desirable young or purebred animals that are brought there. They actually don't. They do whatever is convenient, and will often euthanize any kitten or cat that they think may have a slight problem. Because this negligent animal shelter had euthanized Sandie without any medical care or testing, I was forced to undergo the rabies vaccination process.
Please, Please NEVER take a cat to a shelter unless they at least claim to be no-kill. They still may not make it out of a no-kill shelter (because even slightly ill cats are sometimes euthanized), but at least their chances are better.
[Sandie's date of birth is an estimate.]
Around the same time (September 18) I got a glimpse of a cat peaking out of the barn and thought "oh no another feral cat wandering through." A couple of weeks went by and my sister brought the two dogs up to my parents house for a visit. The dogs were playing and barking in the front yard for several minutes. All of a sudden the matching cream and butterscotch kitten came running up the road from the barn. The dogs ran over to Sandie and began licking him. Clearly they recognized the kitten and I realized they must have been dumped off the same night weeks earlier. The dogs had stayed together near the road where they were dropped off. Sandie had run away looking for food or shelter.
I began feeding Sandie every morning and evening at my mother's house. Sandie was apparently sleeping under the porch at night. I didn't have a large enough house to take him in and keep him quarantined from my cat while I waited for a veterinary appointment and testing. I wanted to avoid taking him to a shelter, but winter was coming and I knew no one who could give him a home. He desperately wanted attention and he greeted me purring every time I drove up.
My sister had good luck getting the two dogs adopted through local rescue shelters. One day I decided it was time to pack up Sandie and drive him to the Humane Society where Kobe was taken. Sandie was perfectly gentle but freaked out when I tried to put him in the cat carrier. He shredded my arms. But once I put him in the warm car and drove off with my mother, he began purring loudly. That purring will haunt me the rest of my life. He thought someone was finally taking him to a home. I told the shelter that I would gladly come back and pay the fee to adopt him if they didn't quickly find a home for him. I said please don't kill him. He was probably about 4 months old at the time. I assumed they would have no trouble at all finding someone to adopt a young purebred Siamese.
I never saw Sandie's photo appear on their website as an available cat. I called a week later to ask what was going on. They weren't supposed to tell me but he was put to sleep the day after I brought him in. Because he "vomited blood." Of course he probably didn't vomit blood. I had been feeding him Friskies canned tuna which was bright red. Or perhaps he just had gastritis which is a minor problem caused by drinking dirty water. I was heart broken. At the time I sincerely believed that even shelters without a no-kill policy would do what is reasonable and render simple veterinary care, especially to desirable young or purebred animals that are brought there. They actually don't. They do whatever is convenient, and will often euthanize any kitten or cat that they think may have a slight problem. Because this negligent animal shelter had euthanized Sandie without any medical care or testing, I was forced to undergo the rabies vaccination process.
Please, Please NEVER take a cat to a shelter unless they at least claim to be no-kill. They still may not make it out of a no-kill shelter (because even slightly ill cats are sometimes euthanized), but at least their chances are better.
[Sandie's date of birth is an estimate.]
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